I wanted to hold her in my arms like that forever, because doing so mademefeel more powerful than I’d ever felt.
She needed me.
I’d never been needed by anyone before.
“You should get some rest, too,” Valory said, breaking my dangerous thoughts.
Mercy snuggled against my chest, letting out sleepy sounds of contentment.
My gaze met Valory’s.Her bright blue eyes glistened, and she looked quite upset.Though I’m not sure why.She was the one who kept playing with my damn emotions—and my stupid demon cock—like a fucking toy.
Push me, pull me, push me again.I couldn’t keep up with the angel or her fleeting whims.
The fact I wanted to, was also quite concerning.Because I knew, eventually, we would have to face the truth, and I was not sure I wanted to, knowing the outcome.
I’d thought perhaps in the beginning she’d be easy to tempt to my side, but the more time I spent with the pain in the ass angel, the more I didn’t want to condemn her.
She didn’t belong in Hell, and I couldn’t use her to gain favor.
Though, apparently, she could use me without a second thought, given how close she’d gotten to me in such a short amount of time.Not to mention, I’d literallywatchedher use that man at the bar for her own gain.
Our gain.She only sequestered that dickwad because we needed cash and you were low on power.
Because you are not as strong as you think.
I forced the bitter thoughts aside.
How would I ever attain my position on the surface if I could not take care of a pesky angel and a teenager?
I needed to be better about resisting Valory’s tempting angelic voice and her sticky funnel cake scent.She was a distraction.I needed to keep my eye on the prize...
I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.Her gaze held me like iron chains.
God, was she beautiful.And so fuckingtempting.It was most aggravating.
“I do not need rest,” I told her, my voice dark, tinged with anger.
“Endor...”She sighed, but she did not move from her spot next to me.Her thigh brushed mine as she softly petted Mercy’s hair.
“You will be no good to Mercy if you are running on fumes,” she said.“When was the last time you slept?”
I scoffed at her.“You are not any better, angel.”
She pursed her lips as the words spilled out my mouth.“Do not sit there and preach to me about overextending myself.I have a job to do, and I will not rest until our Mercy is safe in her body, where she belongs.”
Valory’s eyes glistened as she bit her lip.Her gaze roved over Mercy, then flashed up to me.“Just listen to me, instead of fighting me...”
“Listen to you?”I bit.“I told you,Val, you don’t call the shots here.You don’t?—”
“What are you so afraid of, hmmm?”she asked, her eyes full of tears.“We are safe, Endor.We?—”
“I am not afraid ofanything,” I hissed, my shoulders tensing.Unfamiliar emotions swirled in my stomach, and I felt as if an earthquake had formed in my body.
I shook, not with anger, but with fear.
But I couldn’t tell her such things, no.She was an angel.She was myenemy.She would have sooner ripped me apart than she would have sewn me back together.
The memory of her grace stitching my wing emerged, and I wondered if my conditioning had blinded me.
